I was looking forward to a quiet evening of self-care – after a weekend of lots of fun but tiring activities, I was home alone; the animals were taken care of; the house was warm and cozy, and I was ready to relax. We had finished decorating for Christmas; most of my shopping was done. My brother called, and I was peacefully talking to him when I heard a sudden roaring sound from somewhere in the house.

Racing toward the sound, I discovered that the water heater, located in the pantry area between the kitchen and the living/dining room, had malfunctioned. Water was pouring from the top of it, near the wall. It was RAINING, scalding hot water raining into the house.

What did I do? I panicked. I had no idea where the cutoff valve for the water heater was; I could not get to the master cutoff for the house and couldn’t have turned it off if I had gotten to it. I ran for all the towels and blankets in the house in an effort to block the water now running everywhere. I called my husband (whose phone was not on), texted him, called my brother-in-law but was apparently so upset that he thought it was an accidental call for my husband, not for him. I called the plumbing company. I called the company that deals with fire and water disasters. And through all of this, it was raining in the house.

My husband got home an hour or more later, having fortuitously read my text. The plumber arrived after that, and told us that this NEW water heater, installed less than six months ago, had failed at the joint where it is attached to the water system. It is under warranty.

However, the damage was done. All that water went through the hardwood floors onto the slab – we live in a condominium – only here since March – and the floors began to buckle. The disaster remediation company came, set up fans and dryers. The process of remediation has begun – this entails coordinating the insurance company, the remediation company, the moving company that will have to come in and pack up all our things for storage while the hardwood floors are demolished and reinstalled, and ultimately the plumbing company which will probably end up footing the bill in the end.

We began undecorating yesterday when it was determined that the best option is for us to leave the house while all this is going on. Due to the kindness of friends we have found a hotel suite for the next 12 days – we can perhaps extend that time if needed. At the Christmas season in Nashville this kind of accommodation is hard to find, so we are grateful.

I am struggling to find some grace in all this. We have been living since Sunday night in what feels to me like a roaring jetplane engine. The fans are so loud, and we are not allowed to turn them off. My husband says it is like being on a helicopter. We are both sleep-deprived. The cats were so traumatized that we decided to board them, but they are miserable there as well.

Christmas as it was planned won’t happen. No Christmas Brunch in our new home. All the sweet memories and decorations from years past put away. I am glad we had them for a little while, and that we took a few pictures.

As I write about this event, I am so very aware of the fact that we are blessed. We have a home; we have a place to go; we have friends; we have resources. This problem can be fixed, but there are millions across the world whose homes are gone, or who have no home at all.

Friends, cherish the time you have and the home you have. Life truly is unexpected, and we do not know what is coming next. I would never have thought I would be spending this Christmas in a hotel.

And it will be all right, and we will celebrate Christmas no matter what, because it is about a new Light coming into the world, about love for humanity, and that can be celebrated in all circumstances.

I hope for myself that this experience will be a gentle reminder of the many blessings that I have and of the burdens others carry.

Merry Christmas, for those who celebrate it, and happy holidays for all.

On Monday, October 2, 2017, I woke to the news of yet another mass shooting, the worst in our nation’s history. My reaction to this news was disturbing, because at first I felt nothing other than a weary sadness and a sense of “another one”. Where was the horror, the anger, the disbelief, the sorrow? Have I become so desensitized to violence that I cannot react to such carnage?

I know that one of the first reactions to extraordinarily painful events is often shock. We go on automatic pilot for a while, just to survive. Trauma does that, both physically and emotionally. As the week wore on, and the details of this event permeated the nation’s consciousness, as the stories of the victims and the lack of a known motive for the shooter became available, the protective walls came down. The tears and sadness followed, along with the need/hope/wish to do something.

So many times when friends or acquaintances or strangers are in need, when a death has occurred, I hear people say – I say myself – my thoughts and prayers are with you.

My friend, Beth Pattillo, writes award-winning romance and women’s fiction. She is an ordained minister in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) and a group spiritual director. She can be found online at www.bethpattillo.com. Beth wrote a poem in response to the all the recent tragedies our world has experienced that spoke to me. She has given me permission to share it with Her Savvy readers.

What Thoughts and Prayers Look Like

People lined up at blood banks
Texted donations
Cases of bottled water and container ships with MREs
Mosquito spray and goggles and strangers taking in strangers
More than words on a social media account
A kindness done every day
Not for the feel-good but for the other
Quiet, when we examine our hearts and listen for God
Who will tell us whether we are the problem or the solution
Refraining from violent thoughts, words, and actions
A displaced shelter dog adopted to a new home
A cake for a neighbor who is a first responder or medical provider
A refusal to engage in hatred
Hands and feet that do the work of goodness and walk the path with
Those who are in pain, in need, in turmoil
Love in action, in practice, in point of fact—
A giving of self, a giving up of self
Unsecured existence made secure
Not in ourselves but in something greater than ourselves

A friend and I were recently eating lunch at a popular Nashville restaurant.

We often sit toward the back of the restaurant, and this is also the area that many of the families with young children choose. As we sat down and were served our meal, a little girl, perhaps four or five, dissolved into loud sobs. Her distress intensified, as did the sound of her crying.

What happened next was amazing.

The child’s father, seated to her right, calmly pulled her chair closer to his, reached out, and gathered her into his arms, holding her close against his shoulder – and he just held her and let her cry. He didn’t talk; he didn’t explain or tell her what to do; he didn’t tell her to pull herself together – he just held her and let her cry.

Within a couple of minutes the sobs began to diminish. The child sat up, took some breaths, and soon got back to her own chair and her own meal.

The storm had passed.

We never really knew what precipitated her distress. It could have been anything – hurt feelings, not liking her lunch, competing with her sister, wanting attention – we didn’t know. What we did know, however, was that this father knew that if he let his daughter feel what she was feeling, without interfering or explaining or trying to change things, she would work it through. And she did.

Children are so in touch with their feelings and their bodies – they know that they need to express the emotions that arise in them. Our job is often to stay out of their way as they do so. A child who has experienced a challenging moment has feelings arise and allows those feelings to move. Loving presence is often the best thing we can offer.

What if the child were acting out – throwing things or harming self or others? In that case, clear boundaries must be set, but loving presence as the child works through the experience is still needed.

I appreciated this father’s skill. His daughter is being given a gift that will last a lifetime. Would that all children could have that opportunity.

Remember the childhood story of the Three Bears? Goldilocks was in search of the Just-right bowl of porridge, the just-right chair, the just-right bed. She tested each bowl, each chair, each bed, until she found the one that for her was Just Right.

Goldilocks was persistent. She kept on trying until she found something that for her was just right. She didn’t give up, even in the face of repeated disappointment. Something in her experience kept on telling her to keep looking. When she found what was just right for her, she knew.

However, Goldilocks was also selfish. She walked into someone else’s home without knocking. She helped herself to food without being invited. She broke furniture by sitting on a chair that SHE thought was just right, but which clearly was too small for her, and in the end she was scared to pieces when the bears came home and found her asleep in Baby Bear’s bed.

Goldilock’s ability to recognize what she wanted and to be willing to keep looking for it is admirable. However, sometimes that intense focus becomes a problem in relationships.

I often see couples searching for those Goldilocks moments without awareness of the price that they may pay in looking for them. Finding a Just Right moment without paying attention to the process of getting there can easily backfire. Goldilocks knew what she wanted and went after it, but in the process she lost sight of the perspective of others. Couples do this all too often by focusing on what one or the other wants without awareness of the wants of the other person.

I am so often surprised and saddened by the struggle that even the most articulate individuals have to use words in their relationships. Partners expect each other to know their wants and needs without ever having articulated them. Partners tell themselves: “If I have to tell you about it, it isn’t valid.” The result is that you don’t get what you want, you are guilty of the expectation of mind-reading, and you are often disappointed, because contrary to popular opinion, human beings in relationships have not mastered the “skill” of mind-reading.

Are you like Goldilocks in your coupleship – so determined to find what you want that you forget to check in with your partner? Your story might have a different ending if you remember to ask your partner about what he/she wants, and if you create that story together. Just Right moments in a coupleship are best created by partners who are willing to speak up, use words, and be direct about they want and need.

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

Writing is not innate. While speaking as a form of communication is part of the developmental trajectory of the human being, writing (and its companion, reading) must be learned. That learning process takes years and requires practice. How many high school students have labored over the five-paragraph essay or complained about learning expository writing?

The physical process of writing is becoming a lost art as more and more people who write depend on the keyboard and computer. Experts debate both sides of this issue. Some say cursive should continue to be taught; others say opting for print is the best. A third group says the focus needs to be on keyboarding. As a left-handed writer whose handwriting was already shaky, the final blow was taking speedwriting after college – the result is that anyone who attempts to read my handwriting often needs translation.

And yet – the process of using language to write may have therapeutic results. As a professional counselor I often recommend exercises that involve writing. If you are a worrier, keep a pad and pen beside your bed, and if you wake up and are worrying, get those worries out of you and onto paper. This process sometimes will help you calm down and return to sleep. If you have unfinished business with someone that cannot be safely or reasonably addressed with the person, write a letter to that person – a letter that you may never choose to send – to reach some degree of closure. If you are engaged in a process of self-exploration, the experience of keeping a journal may help you deepen your journey.

For me the essence of writing is connection. I write because I have a thought, an experience, or a way of seeing that I want to share with others. Bringing whatever this is out of myself and into a form in which I share it with others who may be interested, may respond, may be touched or moved or shaken, is for me part of the larger journey of being in community with other human beings.

I write because I have something to say. Writing feels like the creation of something bigger than myself. I don’t know where my words go, where they land, what impact they have, but in bringing them out of myself and offering them to a larger world, I am engaged in the process of creation. I don’t assume that my words are great literature or that they are life-changing. They may just be my words – and that is ok, too. I offer them as they are – and for my reader, they can be taken in whatever way the reader chooses.

Solace, comfort, joy – struggle, pain, despair – writing can be all those things to the writer and to the reader.

Is writing a part of your life? Does it play a role? Has it helped you? Harmed you? Open the door to this process and see where it might take you. You could be surprised!

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

Following hard on the surprising election of Donald Trump, marches and protests have taken place across the United States and, indeed, across the world. Beginning with the Women’s March, which took place the day after the inauguration, and which saw record crowds in almost all the areas in which it took place, most of these marches have been buoyed by a spirit of hope and connection. The march in Nashville, Tennessee was described by the Tennessean as follows:

“About 15,000 people marched in downtown Nashville Saturday in solidarity with the Women’s March on Washington. Middle Tennesseans marched for one mile from Cumberland Park to Public Square in support of a myriad of social justice issues, including women’s rights, reproductive rights, LGBT rights, worker’s rights, civil rights, disability rights, immigrant rights, environmental justice and access to health care.” The Tennessean, Jan. 21, 2017

Since that march, other events have taken place, including town hall meetings with legislators, such as the one held on February 21, 2017 with Congresswoman Marsha Blackburn (R).

The question for me is this: Does any of this matter?

Andreas Madestam, Daniel Shoag, Stan Veuger, and David Yanagizawa-Drott say that it does. In a paper quoted below, “DoPolitical Protests Matter, Evidence from the Tea Party Movement,” the authors suggest the following:

Abstract

Can protests cause political change, or are they merely symptoms of underlying shifts in policy preferences? We address this question by studying the Tea Party movement in the United States, which rose to prominence through coordinated rallies across the country on Tax Day, April 15, 2009. We exploit variation in rainfall on the day of these rallies as an exogenous source of variation in attendance. We show that good weather at this initial, coordinating event had significant consequences for the subsequent local strength of the movement, increased public support for Tea Party positions, and led to more Republican votes in the 2010 midterm elections. Policymaking was also affected, as incumbents responded to large protests in their district by voting more conservatively in Congress. Our estimates suggest significant multiplier effects: an additional protester increased the number of Republican votes by a factor well above one. Together our results show that protests can build political movements that ultimately affect policymaking, and that they do so by influencing political views rather than solely through the revelation of existing political preferences.

The authors’ analysis shows that protests increased the turnout in the following congressional elections. Thus, protests and marches DO affect legislators and affect turnout. Keep on marching – but don’t forget to do the work of organizing and getting out the vote!

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

When I first began to contemplate the idea of becoming a therapist I was not even aware of the differentiations among the mental health professions; nor was I aware of what creating a private practice in that field would require. One of the mentors I consulted told me that It would take ten years before I really felt seasoned enough to open a private practice. I told myself that she was mistaken, didn’t really know me and my intellect and determination – but as it turned out she was right on the money. I began my first degree in the field of professional counseling in 1980, and I started a private practice in 1990 – with lots of school, two degrees, work in social services in Massachusetts, and in community mental health in Nashville, in between.

As a seasoned professional counselor, well-grounded in my ability to serve clients, to diagnose and treat, to create treatment plans, to help clients navigate the changes that they desired, I was in a good position. However, clinical expertise is not all that running a private practice requires.

Nowhere in the experience that I had accrued did any course address the issues of starting a business. In fact, the idea that private practice was a business was actively discouraged. We were taught to see ourselves as professionals with a calling, and to hold the idea of “business” with some degree of disdain. To acknowledge that we were in business and that we hoped to make money to sustain ourselves and our families was regarded with condescension.

I noticed that the few men with whom I trained had less difficulty with this issue. The women, however, struggled. What to charge? How much was fair? How can I help those who are struggling financially and who yet need my services? The idea of a business plan didn’t even exist in my consciousness.

What I have learned over these years in practice is that the positives of private practice – no boss, flexible hours, working as much or as little as one desires – do not make the other side of running a business go away. As a solo practitioner, I am responsible for EVERY ASPECT of my business. My first duty is to my clients, with FIRST DO NO HARM as the central ethical mandate. I run my own schedule. I return all phone calls. I keep up with best practices in my field. I attend conferences and make sure that I use continuing education to stay current. However, I also market. I recruit business. I manage online and social media. I create websites (or hire having them created). I am responsible for keeping up with paperwork, for interacting with insurance companies. I clean the office. I vacuum. I take out the trash. I buy supplies – all the way from insurance forms to paper towels. I also manage the bookkeeping and everything related to paying taxes, from quarterly assessments required for solo practitioners to Schedule C profit and Loss statements for income tax purposes. This means keeping excellent records of everything related to the business.

If you want to start your own business as a private practitioner, I recommend the following:

Talk to someone who has been in successful practice for a while.

List the pros and cons.

Recognize your own strengths and weaknesses. Consider hiring others to do things that are not your strengths.

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

A question on Facebook recently sparked my curiosity regarding names. The question was: Were you named after someone? I answered that question easily because I have always known that my name reflected a generational struggle perpetuated in my family from the early days of my parents’ marriage.

I was named “Susan” after my maternal great-grandmother, Susan Crawford White, and “Elisabeth” after by paternal great-grandmother, Elizabeth Wilson Mosier. Please note the “s” in my name and the “z” in my great-grandmother’s name. Because of that difference in spelling, my paternal grandmother rejected the idea that I was named after her mother. The way she saw it was that my mother’s family had “won” some unnamed contest.

This “contest” reflected the merger of two different cultures – that of my mother’s family and my father’s family. Mimi, my maternal grandmother, came from a Nashville family that had acquired some success. Mimi’s younger brother, Weldon White, was an attorney who later became a Supreme Court justice in Tennessee. Her family highly valued education; she graduated from Hume Fogg High School, and after her husband suffered financial reverses after WWI, she became the stable family breadwinner, teaching first grade in the Nashville public schools for forty years. A pioneer in her own way, she pursued her own college degree and graduated from Peabody College for Teachers at the advanced age of 47. She was a life-long Democrat and supported the Equal rights Amendment when she was in her seventies.

Mam-ma, my dad’s mother, came from a different situation. Her father moved his family repeatedly, always in search of a better situation. Mam-ma left school after 8th grade, in part due to this constant moving. She married at 20 to a young man who had ambition to get off the farm, and my grandfather won a position as a railroad mail clerk, moving the family to Nashville in 1924. Mam-ma was very proud of her home and her homemaking skills; her home was her pride and joy. A product of extreme poverty (her family never owned land and farmed for others), she believed in very traditional family values. My grandfather was a staunch Republican, and she never questioned his positions. However, they supported and were completely proud of my father’s college and medical school successes, and they made sure that their daughter also went to college.

So, what was the struggle? These two strong women were jockeying for what they perceived as inclusion in the household that I entered as an infant. Mimi was often present, always a helper, always looking for something to do that would be useful. Mam-ma and Poppy visited often, but were the “fun” grandparents who brought us treats, took us to do fun things, but were not helpers in the way that Mimi was. Mimi saw Mam-ma as overly frank, too direct, and a bit uncouth. Mam-ma saw Mimi as a snob who was hypocritical. My parents, and to some extent the children as well, were aware of navigating challenging waters between Mimi and Mam-ma. Never overtly antagonistic, they nevertheless were cut from very different cloths and called each by their last names for all the years of my growing up.

One letter of the alphabet became emblematic of a much larger issue. Who is included? Who is on the outside? How does a family navigate the choppy waters of extended family life? How do mothers and mothers-in-law manage the tasks of allowing room for the new family to emerge? It took these two women many years; I was an adult with a child of my own before they called each other by their first names.

The stories of my grandmothers seem to me to be emblematic of the divide that is roiling our country today. One strand focuses on equal rights and embraces change; the other strand highly values continuity and traditional values. I loved both of them dearly, and I celebrated the day they finally reconciled themselves to each other and to the family that my mother and father created. Both were born at the tail-end of the 19th century; both lived to see changes that were unimaginable at their births.

The important part of this story is that they found a way to respect each other. It was a process that was grounded in love.

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

November 8, 2016 started out as a day of hope for millions of United States citizens. By November 9 that hope had been transformed into what felt and has continued to feel like a surreal nightmare. As one young friend said to me that day, “This is not the country that I thought I lived in.” Reminding one’s self that this election did not reflect the majority vote is helpful, but it does not change the fact that the person who triumphed in this race did so by unleashing the forces of bigotry and hate.

What can a person do who is struggling with what happened? What do we tell our children, who in many cases have awoken to a totally unexpected world – a world in which bullies triumph and hate speech is condoned. What do we tell our friends from other countries, whose skin color, accent, race or religion have been targeted? What do we tell each other as women, whose ability to have control over our own bodies is in jeopardy?

I don’t have good answers to these questions. I know that in this democracy power is passed peaceably. I try not to believe that all the people who voted for him support these kinds of attitudes. I have heard people say that they voted for him in spite of these attitudes because they are so desperate for change and felt so unheard. Well, good luck with that. You have unleased the genie, and putting all of this anger and hatred back in the bottle is going to be a hard job.

I know that he will be the 45th president. I also know that I can’t give up and stop trying to effect change, be it at the most micro level by the way I talk to someone, listen to someone, write to someone, challenge someone. I will hold my broken heart and sew it back together with words and actions that continue to support the values of caring and inclusion on which I have based my life.

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

Today I am almost one month post rotator cuff surgery. I would never have realized how very frequent this surgery is until I have had to deal with it. So many friends, co-workers, and other acquaintances, on learning what I am experiencing, are happy to describe their own journeys with this all too frequent injury.

I can’t imagine what it must have been like for people in the many years prior to the availability of this kind of surgical repair. Living with the pain and with the limitations forced by the inability to raise one’s arm above a certain level was extremely challenging. Knowing that it could be repaired was hopeful. Living without that hope could only be described as devastating.

Most people assume that this kind of injury is the result of a fall or of some kind of accident. In fact I learned from my surgeon that the great majority of rotator cuff injuries “just happen.” Perhaps it is because we are living longer or perhaps because we are compromising the shoulder joint by repetitive motion that wears out the muscle, or perhaps it is because we are neglecting to strengthen the small muscles that surround the shoulder and keep it functioning as it should. Many of these injuries simply occur with no outside compromise.

My own case could be a combination of all of these factors. I know that I tended to put my heavy purse, my satchel of papers, and anything else that I happened to need to use in a day in the passenger car seat; I would then drag these objects across the seat as I exited the car, using my arm and shoulder in a repetitive motion process many times daily. These experiences add up!

So – I will say it “just happened” when asked – but what I really should be saying is that some degree of lack of self-care contributed to a difficult surgery. I am on the other side of it now, and I am improving every day. I hope to learn from the experience, and to protect my OTHER shoulder from something that “just happens.”

Is there anything in your life that is “just happening?” Take a look – maybe you could influence it for good by making small changes.

Susan is a communications and relationship specialist, counselor, Imago Relationship Therapist, businesswoman, mother, and proud native Nashvillian. She has been in private practice for over 30 years. As she says, “I have the privilege of helping to mend broken hearts.” Contact Susan at http://www.susanhammondswhite.com

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